The Last Cinderella
This is the first time that mom is finding it hard to pick clothes for somebody, not to mention, me — her daughter.
"Mommy," I rest a hand over her shoulder. "Maybe I should just go with a pair of jeans and polo-"
"Try this on," she cuts me off. In front of my eyes is a pastel yellow balloon dress, it is not so fancy yet so elegant. This will definitely make me look like an expensive woman, as when I fitted this dress, it accentuated the curves that I never knew I had and this color truly is just right for my skin complexion. I was right to ask for my mother's help.